Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
SADIE
I burn with desire as his rock-hard cock drives into me. The sting of my scalp only makes it more sensual, showing me how much he wants me. His hand travels from my aching nipples to my throat, wrapping itself around it.
He doesn’t put any pressure there, but he keeps me in place, showing me I’m unable to escape.
Not that I’d want to. I’m pretty sure my clit would shrivel up and die if I were to end this before the finish line.
It doesn’t scare me, being so vulnerable to him, giving him the power to take my life away.
No, every cell in my body trusts him in a way that should be scary on its own.
He pulls my hair back, pressing his lips to my ear.
“Does this hurt you, baby?” His voice is gravel, sending vibrations down my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“You want me to stop?”
“N-no. Please no,” I plead.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it hurt so good for you.” He bites into my earlobe, and my breath hitches. “That’s it. Take my cock like a fucking good girl. Maybe someone will walk into the backyard and see how well you take it. ”
“Shit,” I moan, the thought of being out in the open adding an extra layer of hotness.
His teeth bite into my shoulder this time and I hiss. “I want to leave a mark here, so that every time you look at yourself, you remember how good my cock felt inside of you. And I’m going to fill you up so good that you’ll be dripping my cum for the rest of the day.”
“F-f-fuck.”
It’s too much. His filthy words, his hand on my throat, his cock deep inside of me.
It’s too much, everything all at once, and my hands draw back to find purchase on his hips and keep myself upright for what’s to come.
As soon as my nails claw into his warm flesh, my climax hits me.
A loud moan escapes me as my pussy spasms around him, my body wracked with shivers.
His cock twitches inside of me just as he releases a groan.
I feel myself getting wetter, and I know he filled me with his cum, something I could get addicted to.
He releases my hair and drops his chin to my shoulder, landing a soft kiss on it, one that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
We stay like that for a few moments, our bated breaths racing, our bodies slick with exertion.
“I need a shower,” I whisper, making him chuckle.
“No way.” He shakes his head, still leaning on my shoulder.
“What do you mean no way? I’m disgusting.”
“You’re gorgeous. And I don’t want you washing me off your skin.”
I inhale sharply, surprised by his words. “It sounds nice, but I’m dripping cum over here, so I think I’d prefer a shower.”
“That’s the goal, Sadie.” His cock exits me, and he turns me around, lying me flat on my back.
“I meant what I said. I want you dripping my cum for the rest of the day, so you don’t forget, for a second, who owns this pretty pussy.
” Using his finger, he scoops the cum that already dripped out and pushes it back inside of my pussy .
I prickle from head to toe, each word out of his mouth hitting a place deep inside of my chest.
“Wait here,” he whispers when he’s finally satisfied with his handiwork.
I do as he says while he makes quick work of putting his clothes back on and leaves toward the front of the house. Maybe he’s getting something from his van?
Typical me would already be on her feet, asking what the hell is he doing, but this new, orgasm-drained, fully satisfied me, does no such thing. No, I lie back, soaking up the sun until he gets back, a bag in his hand.
“What’s that?”
“Tacos,” he responds with a smirk.
Shit, I completely forgot he ordered tacos before things got out of hand. The backyard is fully hidden from the driveway, but there’s a good chance the delivery guy could have heard me moaning.
Heat rises to my cheeks before Logan presses his hand on my thigh. “Don’t worry about it.”
“About what?” It’s not like I said it aloud.
“Don’t torture that pretty head of yours with unimportant things. So what even if he did hear you? You’re a grown woman. A grown, free woman, and you have every right to enjoy yourself.”
He’s right, of course. There’s nothing to feel ashamed about. “This is … new to me.”
“What? Sex?” he jokes, and I slap his shoulder.
“Well, debatable. But I meant having sex outside, where anyone can walk by and see us.”
“Don’t tell me your ex was so patient he could always wait to get you into bed.” He smirks while opening the bag with food, but his eyes widen when he catches sight of my down-turned expression. “That man is a fucking idiot.”
Somehow, he read my mind again. Truth is, David never had the need to take me spontaneously.
Not even when we were on the couch, alone, watching Netflix.
It was always brushing our teeth, flossing, getting into bed, and then potentially sex.
I was appreciative that he cared about his breath, but looking back, it was clinical and dispassionate. My ears burn with the revelation.
I clear my throat to push back the knot that formed. “Can I at least get dressed now?”
He eyes me for a second before responding, “If you have to, you can have my shirt.” He strips it off his back and hands it to me.
Pulling it over my head, I’m enveloped with his scent. It’s hot as hell out here, and the man does manual labor, but fuck, does he smell good. It’s salty and musky and all man. He pulls the other lounge close, lying right next to me.
Opening a bottle of water, he hands it to me. “Here, drink.”
I obey, again, downing half of the bottle, only now realizing how thirsty I was.
He hands me the tacos next. “Are you feeling ok?” he asks, after swallowing a bite. I flash him a questioning look so he continues, “I was pretty rough, so…” He actually looks kind of embarrassed. It’s adorable.
“I liked it. I liked everything we did.”
“I want you to know that if it ever gets too much, you can just pinch me or say stop and I’ll stop immediately.” His voice drips sincerity. “Whatever we’re doing, your comfort is my priority.”
“I know.” I touch his cheek, and he brings my knuckles to his lips. I trust him with my body, a hundred percent.
His face transforms into a smile and we eat in comfortable silence. He’s done before I am, so he wipes his mouth with a napkin and turns toward me on the lounge. “So … the date.”
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking Saturday?”
“Oh, I have a thing on Saturday.” His face falls and I realize it probably sounds like I’m brushing him off. “It’s an actual thing. An award ceremony for authors. And I have to go because I’m nominated.” I fidget my fingers.
“You’re nominated?”
“Yeah.” Suddenly, I feel insecure. Like my silly little books and silly little awards are, well … silly.
“Fuck, Sadie. That’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.
” His hand wraps around my neck and connects our lips.
The kiss is sweet and short before he presses his forehead on mine.
“I get that it’s probably not the best idea for a first date and that you maybe don’t want to introduce me to your colleagues, but I would be honored to stand next to you. ”
“Ok,” I say, my voice shaky.
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
With a genuine smile, he kisses me again. His lips are soft and addicting as they travel over mine in a slow exploration.
My phone alarm buzzes, and I groan.
“Do you need to get that?” he says into my mouth, not moving his lips from mine.
“It’s my alarm. I set it so I don’t get caught up in writing and forget to pick my kids up from school.”
“Good thinking.”
“That means I should get going.”
Now, he’s the one to groan. “Fine. I’ll let you go. This time.”
I like this. This playful, flirty banter. With charged tension. And mind-blowing sex.
“Are you heading out as well?” I ask him.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay longer. Someone so rudely distracted me from my job. And my boss is a real piece of work.” He winks.
I roll my eyes, but my mouth is grinning. Liv will be ecstatic. “Sure. You can take a shower if you’d like.”
“Maybe I will.”
I jump up to my feet, collecting my clothes when I remember I’m wearing his shirt. “Oh, I should probably return this.”
“No worries, I have extras in my van.”
I shoot him a smile and head toward the house to get dressed and try to look presentable. My panties are soaked with his cum, and I kind of love the feeling. It makes me feel dirty and sexy, and so fucking wanted. Something I haven’t felt in years, if ever.